Getting Ready For The Ball

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe stood in front of the mirror critically looking over her costume for the night

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[sourceofallemo]

"I feel ridiculous," Cole complained as he stepped into the room, wearing his own costume, a white robe with feathery wings. His words died as he took in Phoebe's costume. "Wow."

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe turned to him and smiled. "You look fantastic, my love."

[sourceofallemo]

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he grumbled. "And I can't believe I'm going to let you out of the house wearing that."

[temptingvisions]

"Well, you could have dressed up as a sixteenth century American landholder?" Phoebe smiled and pressed up against him. "Just imagine how much fun you'll have watching people stare at me in shock, and the fact that you'll be the one undressing me later..."

[sourceofallemo]

"How about we just skip the party and I undress you now?" Cole said, grinning.

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe laughed and then kissed him deeply, before pulling back.

"I'm expected to be there, love." She said with a smile. "Rogue and CJ are hosting it. Anita will be there--as will James and Aziraphale."

She placed a hand on his chest. "Besides, you knew it would be futile to argue with me about my costume."

[sourceofallemo]

"Anyone looks at you too long and I'll punch them," Cole grumbled. "Mine."

[temptingvisions]

*is suddenly grateful that she doesn't allow Sharpies in the house*

"Yes," she purred soothingly. "I am, and no one can contest that."

[sourceofallemo]

"Let's get going then, the sooner we can get home and I can get out of this." He flailed his arms a little, making the wings flap haphazardly.

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe grinned. "Alright love. I'm ready, let's go."